#merging tf

The light clicked on, keys were tossed on the chest of drawers by the door, Thomas gasped and gaped at the titanic man sprawled on his sofa across the room.

“Startled you?” He purred in a deep, Eastern European accent.

Thomas paused and then choked out an impressed chuckle, pointing a finger towards the backpack, “So who’s it this time? Exchange student? New in your department?”

“Maybe. Maybe just some piece of ass I saw stumbling around campus. Does it matter?” He cockily flexed for himself, indulging in his huge size, taking heavy deep breaths intermingled with soft moans, teasing Thomas.

Thomas and Professor Navarro—Juan to Thomas now—had been going steady pretty much since the first month Thomas had his upper level religion class in his 3rd year. Juan was always so charming and intelligent to Thomas, not to mention he rocked a tight Latino silver fox look, and Thomas was always an attentive and passionate student, plus his short but stacked bod he’d maintained from his wrestling years in high school had always attracted its fair share of admirers. Including from his professors. Needless to say, visits to Professor Navarro's office hours quickly transitioned first into heavy petting, then followed by mutual suck sessions right there in the religious studies hall.

Since then, Juan and Thomas had turned their taboo situationship into a full blown relationship, with much more openness after Thomas finally graduated. But it had only been within the last two months since Juan—through his more esoteric studies—discovered that spell (hex, really, but who’s worried about precision of language when you’re dealing with possession incantations). Even in the short two months since the discovery, he and Thomas had taken insane advantage of it. Both Juan and Thomas had stuffed themselves into a village’s worth of people since then—other men, women, students, grad assistants, and professors alike, a small mob’s worth of men at the townie bars, into each other’s bodies (too many times to count really)—but this was easily Juan’s most massive find to date.

Juan continued to admire himself, relishing in the ridiculous scale of his borrowed body, flexing and copping a feel all over himself through hot and heavy pants of breath. Thomas had trouble catching his own breath, squeezing his thick hog that was forming a spike in his gym shorts at the sight, soaking his briefs in sweaty pre and coaxing Juan to tease him further.

Juan sighed and brought his massive hands down together to his crotch making an O with his hands and bunching up his stiffening package over his shorts making an obscene bulge, then waggled the copious bunch of meat at Thomas.

"You want I should stretch your hole wide open like pig, да?" He purred deeply again, really leaning into his borrowed Eastern European accent. “Come, let me taste, красотка.”

Thomas huffed another giggle and dropped his bag, swiftly moving over to the couch and basically falling on top of Juan's enormous form, immediately linking lips with him and exploring each others mouths and tongues. Thomas rutted his cock against Juan’s chiseled torso while Juan sucked face and took greedy firm fistfuls of Thomas’s ass. Suddenly, Juan manhandled Thomas up higher to his face, yanking down his shorts and briefs, burying his face into Thomas’s fuzzy bush and taking licks down his throbbing pole, while Thomas steadied himself with his hands around Juan’s buzzed head. Juan went to work swallowing deep gulps of Thomas’s chubby boyfriend cock, as Thomas gasped in deep satisfied moans of ecstasy.

Suddenly, after riding cresting waves of pleasure inside Juan’s mouth, stampeding quickly towards cumming, a devilish thought hit Thomas. Maybe even a risky thought, but that made it so much hotter—and fuck, could it be hot…

Between the noisy gulps and slurps he was making, Juan could also hear the first few syllables of that familiar incantation being whispered between whiny gasps. Juan immediately understood what was happening. Greedy fucker, Juan thought with a grin and intensified his assault on Thomas’s dick, pushing his man ever closer to unloading while he hurried out the last of the lines. Thomas panted urgently the last few syllables as he felt his balls hitch and his head vibrate as he flooded Juan’s gullet with spooge.

Simultaneously, as he voided his nuts into Juan’s new thick neck, Thomas felt the familiar sucking pull, as he began his plunge into his lover once again. Only this time, he felt a triple-fold hurricane wind of tightening pleasure pervading his goo-ifying body, sloshing around and through his own fresh load. He felt something—someone—with him there in the churning, throbbing vessel he was invading, and he knew within a second that it was Juan there he was sliding against, thrusting against, grinding against, melding into. Their body thrashed there on the couch, flexing and grunting involuntarily, humping against the air, their whole frame pulsating and cracking bigger while their clothes came loose at the seams, their cock hiccuping into thicker and longer extremes.

Thomas and Juan churned and twisted more into each other, squeezing into each other with such erotic intensity until—…

Their eyes shot open to the bright light in the same second as their neck cracked higher, forcing their shared body into its 7’8”, 430 lbs behemoth finality, also the same second their 13 inch coke can cock and orange sized nuts began gushing and spitting out a liters worth of hot, gooey jizz into the sweating, matted forest of his heaving barrel chest.

I do! However, a lot of what I draw is too NSFW for Tumblr, so I have been slowly uploading it to Furaffinity instead - though not all of it is up over on FA either because I have the attention span of a lobotomized Goldfish. Some of the art isn't NSFW, but I have been very self-conscious about posting it because my furry stuff and my fandom stuff might overlap, but there's definitely stuff on the furry side that's probably too weird for the fandom side.

Like, uhhh... I guess I can share this? There's no genitals or anything so it should be safe enough. It's just really strange. My head is a strange place sometimes.

It's a bit weird, and I never finished it because I had no idea which characters to use. I only recently started developing human characters I can use for weird/furry stuff, and the backlog of things to finish is enormous, so a lot of stuff will stay unfinished for the foreseeable future.

Tanner and Brett’s lives had changed that day since they were knocked together mid practice, and ended up slamming just a little too far into each other.

Sure, it was annoying, especially at the start. Tanner’s leg had jutted into Brett’s abdomen, barely combined and pushing on his side awkwardly. They’d had to sit on the sidelines as Coach prodded them, Brett texting his mom about it as Tanner drank water. They’d been out of practices for 2 unbearable weeks, both boys trying to fight each other day in and day out.

It got frustrating adjusting their schedules. Tanner liked to wake up at the ass crack of dawn and Brett was a late-night gamer. Even when they’d had two sets of arms at the start, they were too busy pissing each other off to get much done. Classes had been worse, even if professors were amiable to the change. It had been weird seeing their GPAs get quickly combined together in the system, which had pleased Brett and made Tanner a slight bit peeved. One tuition had been nice, even if Coach’s whining about a replacement player was unbearable.

Tanner and Brett eventually found common ground, not that they had much choice. Its bonding when you get hammered with the same blood stream at a frat party, use the same pair of hands push down a waistband and piss in the bathroom through the same dick. Fuck a person afterwards both couldn’t remember, only just the thought of how good it felt when they traded off control. How good it felt to be the same guy in a sense.

Tanner’s friends were over the moon of course. Brett was funnier and happier than Tanner and Tanner would be mad about it if it didn’t feel like he had cheated at character growth. Brett would be jazzed about something ridiculous like gaining all of Tanner’s weird kinks. The perks of fusion went both ways, even before their brains inevitably fully merged and they became the guy who would have both of their personalities all pushed together in ways they couldn’t wait to feel heighten.

Tanner was just excited to finally have their gait equal out and their body halves adjust to the same size, the difference in height and shoe size just so little but just so much more infuriating with every uneven step.

Soon there would be a guy named Trent (or Banner, they hadn’t decided yet). He’d probably wear Tanner’s nice button downs and Banner’s fresh sneaks. He’d ideally have all their game in both senses, a player on the field and a player in whatever bar would accept either of his fake ID’s, neither face looking enough like the guy who both photos were technically of. The same shit eating grin on both photos though, ready to break a couple hundred hearts.

It was all for good fun anways.

Greg was an understanding Father to his kids, he was attentive and patient. He just wasn't very active, in areas where most Dad's would be teaching their kids how to catch, Greg was teaching them mathematics and history.

This of course didn't stop his kids from partaking in sports, his youngest son Arthur was now in college leading the wrestling team to the State Championship. Greg was always so supportive and went to as many matches as he could, with his wife passing away his kids had become his world.

During the meets Greg would be cheering in his usual song song voice. Normally this was drowned out by most of the crowd, and if you weren't paying attention then you wouldn't have noticed the thin man in his plain dress shirt and pants. Unnoticed by everyone except Arthur, Arthur always heard his Dad's weak chants through the crowd and it made him shrink, which in wrestling is the last thing you want to do. The match went well and Arthur's team won, despite some slip ups on his part. The team was coming together and celebrating as Greg's meek voice came through trying to reach Arthur.

"Artie!" He called as his son then turned his head towards his Dad eyes widening slightly as he pulled away from the group.

"I am so proud of you! You really wrestled well!" Arthur grabbed his Dad and led him into the locker room and had him sit down.

"Dad you know I really appreciate you being here, but I got distracted because of you." Arthur explained as Greg looked up at him with a sad expression creeping over his tired face. "I'm just starting out here and I need to be at my best you know? I just could tell you were watching me cause you care, which is great! It just felt like a new kind of pressure...I'm sorry."

"No no...I'm sorry for putting that on you. I'll still come to the games, just won't be as loud I think." He stands up placing a hand on Arthur's shoulder.

"Don't exactly fit this place anyway." Greg admitted as one of Arthur's teammates came in.

"Artie we're going out, you coming?" He asked as Arthur looked at his Dad, Greg nodded with a small smile. Arthur nodded and leaned briefly into his Dad and then left leaving Greg alone.

Greg sighed as he sat down again his eyes staring blankly at the grey floor. His eyes trailing around absently until he laid his eyes on the singlet laying on the floor half in the locker half out. He sighed standing up his hands gingerly picked it up and then looked around. He rolled it out after just folding it up and placed it over his chest.

"It's...it's so skimpy?" He mutters to himself as he then looks around. The gymnasium had fallen quiet as now most people had left. "Well...never tried it before." He thought, he quickly stripped himself of his plain office attire. He shimmied his way into the singlet and pulled it up over his shoulders. Even though it was spandex it was still loose and clinging barely to Greg's frame. He brought up his arms and gave a paltry flex.

"That was silly." He sighed as he moved to take it off the bands pulling away only to snap back to his body. A small yelp was heard from Greg as he tried and tried to get the singlet off. He stopped as he felt a wave of heat wash over him, beads of sweat forming on his brow. His breathing became heavy as he lunged himself onto the sink counter by the showers. He put his hand against the mirror, the glass began to fog up from the intense heat Greg was producing. His eyes traveled over his body, it was covered in sweat and the singlet was tight against his frail musculature until he locked eyes on his hands. He could feel his skin boil and pop crackling underneath as now both hands rested on the mirror. His hands grew outwards the fingers swelling larger, hands growing callouses from the intense training hours they did.

As his hands grew the changes spread forth his forearms swell up veins snaking their way up through his arms as his hands balled up into fists as his muscles began flexing. His biceps began to blow up with muscle the fibers twisting under the skin as he felt his shoulders snap and pop. He let out a lewd moan as he felt the shift in his neck his voice dropping lower as well becoming thicker. His beard was replaced with a square jawline. Years of wrinkles washed away as his face began to twist and turn younger and younger. His hair shortened and became a warm chestnut blonde, while his hair was finishing up his chest practically ballooned out. The fabric of the singlet stretched over the expansive muscle as the pecs jiggled with growing mass. Greg's legs nearly buckled at the new growth, his cock was already strained against the fabric a measly 5 incher that barely had a dent on the groin. He moaned as his cock snaked upwards towards his hardening torso. It felt almost as if the singlet was massaging his cock and stretching it out. It compressed tightly against his shaft causing him to grip the countertop as his legs exploded with girth and mass. His ass filling out the singlet even further than before. He could feel his nuts swell and tighten up as he let out a deep and gutteral moan as he shot stream after stream of cum against his midsection soaking into the fabric disappearing.

Nearly dazed to the point of seeing stars Greg slowly stood himself up his new stature was impressive 6'4 versus 5'8 and about 100 pounds of muscle Greg couldn't help but run his hands over his body. His pecs popping as he teases the new form.

"Greg!" Arthur's voice echoed through the locker room as Greg stood up straight before turning around to see his son looking at him.

"Hey before we go we gotta take pictures for the school c'mon."

"Yeah of course." Greg nodded unsure in the moment before they both walked out of the locker room.

Greg smiled for the picture with his new best friend Artie.

"Hey man how's your Dad?" Greg asked between shots as Arthur nodded.

In this wide expanse though? Didn’t make much sense. Perhaps that was why she was happy that someone was there to enjoy the ocean, and that was Meenah Peixes. 

Meenah, of course, had the instinctual urge to get rid of Feferi: It was in her blood, her genes, to try and wipe out the competition, but the fact was: She couldn’t because the lil glubber was too darn cute for her own good. It was nice being here though, just the two of them together… The perfect opportunity, so to speak. 

She sighed, rubbing her head and finding the stupid urge, the image of skewering Feferi’s body with her trident. No. Such a waste of a cute booty. Meenah ended up checking the little Heiress’s body again, finding a perfect balance… The way her shirt tightly hugged the breasts as if confining them in their fabric prison, just enough chub made by living underwater for so long, lovely thighs… And a rivaling ass to boot. Meenah prided herself in having literally the best ‘bass’ in her group, but as luck would have put it, she was lacking in the frontal department. It frustrated her, in a sense, that her bookworm friend had a lovely set that she could ogle over. She didn’t have any trouble with ogling: That itself had her own merits, but not to have one of her own was a cause of jealousy. 

Finally, she opened her mouth to speak. “Hey, uh. Got a minute?” At that, Feferi let go of the cuttlefish she was holding, which darted away into nothingness with a squirt of ink, ignored as it was. “Hm? What is it?” The look on her eyes… So pure, so trusting. 

“It might sound weird, but can I just. Hop into your clothes for a sec?” For a moment, Feferi stood confused, wondering why she would ask that, but didn’t see a reason to… deny it, really. “Shooooore?” She said, taking the hem of her tank top and starting to lift it up, causing Meenah to swim forth and take up the reins. 

“Nah… More like, while you are wearing them. A little bit… Like this.” She said, before she squirmed underneath Feferi, before finding her head nestled between Feferi’s massive rumblespheres and the confines of her shirt. “Glub.” Bubbles rose between the canyons of Feferi’s cleavage as finally Meenah managed to poke her head out. It was definitely the definition of tight. She could feel the two rumblespheres squeezing behind her back, and the shirt’s fabric stretching beyond their limit. It was almost hard to breathe, had they been using their lungs more. 

“It shore is a tight fit.” Feferi said, laughing awkwardly, struggling a little to get into a better position. It was… Tingling, to speak. “It shore is.” Meenah agreed as she felt the tingling as well, mostly on her back as she looked down at the smooth surface of the black fabric, at first flat, showing barely the amount of curves, before two mounds began to balloon. 

“M-Meenah?” Feferi sounded startled as the boundaries of their arm started to disappear… Her shoulders were… One? She tried to move her arm, but instead, she found it moving against her will, pulling them closer. 

“I thought for a bit, but guess it’s time for an upgrade.” Meenah said, leaning back a little, her head against her face. Feferi was about to send and outburst, anger, betrayal… Anything, but no longer did she have her mouth, instead she was staring into Meenah’s tightly bound and braided hair as she let out a muffled, bubbleless scream into her mind. 

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!

Meenah winced at the scream in her head… literal scream in her head was not really fun to have, but she was winning, her legs were not a pair, and she found the mounds larger, the shirt far less tighter, better fit… Perhaps a bit loose. The fabrics of both clothing were merging. Her torn jeans were becoming shorter, wider, melding into the colorful fabric of… whatever was around Feferi’s waist. Her tanktop now was a tight band around those bountiful breasts, and she couldn’t help but grope them, and how wet it felt down there. Oh, she liked being in control. Every Peixes probably did love it. 

She’s moving my body! Feferi thought as she struggled in vain, trying to kick, only struggling in lodging herself deeper into Meenah. She’s… “Mmh… Oooh… Yes… Go deeper…” Meenah! No! This is “MY body now!” Stop! My head! I’m… “Meenah, Peixes.” With that, Meenah began to finger her nook, rocking in pleasure, the sheer situation of being in absolute control. Not a trace of Feferi remained on the outside with the overflowing hair, two braids mingled with them, a hot bod to rival a younger Condesce, and each pair of well-toned arms and legs. 

Noooo! No! Please! I don’t… “Want it… That felt great.” I’m becoming… “Me…. Jeez…” She sighed, the last of the protests gone as she brought herself to a rather immature climax. She was still massaging those breasts, then moving her hands to her face to squeeze those pinchable cheeks, smacking her lips, looking down at her luxurious body before cupping her breasts again, weighing them in her hands. 

“I’m in charge now.” She grinned.